"It seems
better than a dream. Oh, Arthur," she continued, not waiting for her
brother's reply, "don't you remember how we made friends the very
first moment we met? we must have always known, deep down in our
hearts, that we were brother and sister."
"And this is to be our new Palace Beautiful," said Daisy, "and Poppy
is to live here too. Oh, Primrose, do you not feel almost too happy?"
"I've given up my independence," said Primrose, "and yet I never felt
more happy or more thankful."
The party that evening was a success. The astonishment of the good
ladies from Penelope Mansion when they heard the wonderful news passed
all bounds. Mrs. Dredge sat plump down on a chair, placed her fat
hands on her lap, and fairly cried.
"Oh, if only my poor dear husband had lived to see this beautiful
day," she said. "Young man, I have liked you from the first; you're
the kind of young man whom my good husband would have rejoiced to be
papa to."
Miss Slowcum sighed most deeply when she heard the news. "It's a
touching romance," she said, "quite worthy of the olden times. I could
imagine Mr. Noel--Mr. Mainwaring, I suppose we must call him now--as
belonging to the old knights of chivalry.
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